St John, Evangelist
Quiet day. In bed until afternoon and then I lay, like a Roman senator, in the sitting room, until someone decided to feed me.
I finally acquired a batch of medicine from the doctor, and spent most of the day gulping it down.
Sarah phoned at lunchtime and was sweet. We really should get married, or shack up together. I will kick myself when some bastard from the Regent snatches her up and slips a ring on her anaemic, yet beautiful, finger. I only hope she seeks my advice first.
To bed with Evelyn Waugh at a nice late hour. I am reminded of Tony Brotherwood's quip _________.
The name Evelyn always makes me think of a man. Mind you, so does Jocelyn, and Vivian. Am I queer, perhaps?
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